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“Threats”

25 Tuesday Sep 2012

Posted by vositha in Uncategorized

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crime, criminal law, defence, idiot, kill, shock, threats

“So I hear you threatened to kill him” he says.

I go “what the fuck” in my head. Why the hell would I threaten to kill an idiot, who is not even worth the effort.

I tell him, “ if I intend to kill someone I would not go around threatening them in advance.”

I mean isn’t it like the stupidest thing one could ever do? If I were serious about killing someone, I might as well keep my mouth shut, so as not to have intention for the crime present. If I were to go around claiming I would kill the individual, I am merely going to bust my own defense. One should think crime and criminal law together, at least me thinks.

“ So are you thinking of killing me too?” he asks. (I be very clueless as to where that question came from, maybe he thought I was a serial killer or something.)

My reply “well if I were to kill you, you will not know of it, till you are dead. Like I mentioned before, for death that materialises, threats will not be present!”

(Silence)

I think for once, I shocked the man! Success!

“I would have killed myself”

17 Friday Aug 2012

Posted by vositha in Fiction

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kill, marriage, screwing, son, suicide

“If I had stayed with him one more week I would have killed myself” her friend tells her. She has not spoken to her for a long time, and they were never close friends. She had made it a point to not be around the two of them in the past, just so that their groping of each other would not make her lose her appetite. But speaking to her now, she could realise how the other felt in the past.
She adds, “ he even called me a bitch, asked me why I came behind him wagging the tail like a bitch!” It was weird to hear someone tell all those things to another who had been close to him. “He used to very rude to me, but when he needed me, he was very nice. I was too young, and I did not know what I was doing.”

But she had got out of the misery, she had moved on, and she was expecting her first child. She was happy. “ My husband is not that educated, but he loves me, cares for me, and thinks I am the best thing that happened to him. He does not want to let go of me.”

“ I am lucky that I paid those last thousands for his operation. That was the price I paid to get my life back. He thought I was not good looking enough to be his girlfriend, but my husband treats me like a princess. It ‘s like dying and being born again.”

She smiles, happy at the other girl’s plight. It was good to hear that at least one person was happy, and was no longer emotionally traumatised by her past.

It was also evident that the family genes did manage to make women want to go kill themselves. The villagers tell that his dad drove his first wife to commit suicide, through his affair with the other woman, who later bore his son for him. His daughter in law had considered swallowing a handful of tablets and ending all her misery. Not once, but a few times. It was her son who had stopped her. She did not want to cripple the poor child due to any more than what he suffered.

The circle of life that turned. A dad, a son, and women around them. Plots that thicken, hopefully reaching their end and one day giving sanity to those that be haunted by those filled with insanity. For now she waits and watches where her life be headed, to see the marriage to the woman who screws half his office, him and half the town.

She awaits the day to see her in laws who called her a bad woman, embrace the woman who their son still continues to deny screwing. She waits for that laughter, which she’d have patience to see, the day those in laws behold the truth.

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